Gentle drops fall upon the earth’s embrace,
A melody of whispers in the night’s soft grace.
Each tear a story told in nature’s song,
A timeless rhythm, where we all belong.
The sky weeps softly, a tender lullaby,
As petals dance beneath a silver sky.
In every droplet, dreams and hopes reside,
A world reborn with each celestial tide.
Rivers form from the heavensâ gentle sigh,
Life renewed as waters amplify.
In fields and forests, harmony is found,
The rain’s sweet cadence on the fertile ground.
And as the clouds part, revealing dawn’s bright hue,
The earth awakens, bathed in morning dew.
A fresh beginning, painted by the rain,
A hopeful promise in each drop’s refrain.